Lu Ye raised his eyes slightly, his expression unchanged, but out of habit, he paid more attention to the young man opposite with long hair and a guitar on his back.
He looks less than thirty years old, but his temperament is a bit different from ordinary people.
Lu Ye was already lying on the bunk, leaning there and closing his eyes slightly.
At this time, an old man in his sixties or seventies came up. He squinted and looked at the train ticket for a long time, not knowing where his bunk was.
"Which one is it?"
"Let me take a look for you," the man carrying the guitar took the old man's ticket and found that it was the bunk above him. The old man was over seventy and it was inconvenient to live in the bunk above him.
He said, "Old man, why don't you sleep on my bunk? It's inconvenient for you to climb up."
The old man was very excited, "Hey, hey, thank you young man. I am anxious to go back to the main star. My wife is seriously ill. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in such a hurry."
Lu Ye heard the conversation between the two people. He sat up and said to the man carrying the guitar, "Is it inconvenient to carry your guitar? Let the old man sleep in my bunk."
The white-haired old man thanked Lu Ye excitedly again.
Although the old man was old and went out alone, he brought a lot of things with him. Lu Ye and the man carrying the guitar helped him pack his luggage, and the old man thanked him profusely.
"Hey, old man, I'm so lucky. I saw two nice people as soon as I went out!"
Lu Ye pursed his lips happily and said, "Hello, uncle, my surname is Lu."
The man carrying the guitar also smiled, but the smile was very weak. It was obvious that he didn't usually laugh.
"Hello, uncle, my surname is Xiao."
Lu Ye turned his head and nodded to the man, then stretched out his hand and said, "Hello, my name is Lu Ye."
"Hello, my name is Xiao Mosheng," Xiao Mosheng's expression was indifferent. His appearance was very elegant and comfortable. Although he didn't smile often, he didn't feel cold.
The two shook hands, then let go, and then Lu Ye climbed into the bunk above.
The long-distance train was very boring. Lu Ye put his hands under his head and looked at the roof of the car, his head filled with his little wife.
Well, my little wife will definitely look good in that red skirt!
Xiao Mosheng, who was sleeping on his lower bunk, sat there, looking out the car window at the sunset.
He thought, he didn't know what Yaqin was doing now.
In fact, Xiao Mosheng is a very sensitive and delicate person. He can feel that Yaqin seems to have changed a bit since the fight came back.
He looked down at his hand. There was a scar on his hand that had faded a lot.
Thinking of what the two of them had experienced together made Xiao Mosheng's heart soften again.
Maybe Yaqin dislikes that he is unknown now, so she hopes that he will have good attainments in music.
Maybe that way is worthy of Yaqin.
This time I come to the Northern Star District Art Group. If everything goes well, I can participate in the center performance...
Xiao Mosheng thought so conflictingly that he fell asleep in a daze.
When the train arrived at the Main Star Railway Station, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, which is when people get sleepy, so the passengers got off the train one by one with their luggage.
Xiao Mosheng had stayed up late to write a new song, and he didn't sleep much in the car. When he left the station, he was in a daze and was suddenly hit by someone.
He didn't even react.
Lu Ye, who was not far from him, suddenly put his pocket towards Xiao Mosheng and said, "Show me your pocket!"
Then he ran out and chased after a figure.
Xiao Mosheng was startled and subconsciously touched his pocket, and then he found that the wallet in his pocket was missing!
(End of chapter)